Andrew nodded and said, "Alright then. Dylan, head to the airport and bring Phantom Eye to West End. I'll deal with him myself!" Dylan's jaw nearly hit the floor. "Mr. Lloyd, Phantom Eye is practically a semi-martial king. Are we seriously going in without a plan?" Andrew gave him a strange look. "What plan?" Dylan's face twitched as he hurriedly said, "Mr. Lloyd, going head-to-head with someone like Phantom Eye is basically a death sentence! Shouldn't we use some kind of strategy? Maybe pit him against someone else? Poison him? Set up some kind of trap? "There's no way we can take him on in a direct fight!" Andrew gave him an approving nod. "In the face of a powerful enemy, you're already thinking about sneaky tactics to avoid a head-on clash. Dylan, looks like you've been growing lately! But…" Dylan looked at him eagerly. "But?" Andrew smirked. "But it's just one guy. There's no need to overcomplicate things. I mean, it's only a semi-martial king, not a full martial kin

Francesca stayed at West End, keeping Andrew company. "Andrew, you went after Michael because of Lauren, didn't you?"Sitting beside him, the busty little lady spoke in a complicated tone.Andrew chuckled. "This has nothing to do with Lauren. I told you before—Michael was never going to walk out of Jayrodale alive."Francesca sighed. "I know Michael means nothing to you, but the people backing him are a different story. Kenny and the Golding family—one of the Five Apex Families—are involved. Andrew, I'm worried. If this blows up, you're going to be in serious trouble."Andrew joked, "Isn't that a good thing? If I get into a mess, you can just marry someone else."Francesca's eyes widened as she pouted. "Don't talk nonsense! I'm already your woman—there's no way I'm marrying someone else!"Her face turned bright red. She was not even married yet, and he was already talking about her remarrying. What was that supposed to mean? Was he saying she was not satisfying him at night?Andrew sm

Andrew said coolly, "I'm not a patient man, and since you clearly can't give me a straight answer, then goodbye. The next time you see your dear son, trust me, he'll be a corpse." Kenny's face turned pale as he roared, "Wait! I agree! As long as you let Michael go, I'll do whatever you want!" Andrew chuckled. "Good. Then it's a deal. Remember your words." Andrew hung up, not wanting to waste another second on useless chatter or give Kenny any chance to speak further. … Over in Blumedale, Kenny stared at the disconnected call, his eyes gradually turning bloodshot, burning with a savage fury. "That naive little bastard… does he really think I'd bow to his threats? "Ha! Dream on! The moment Michael is rescued, Phantom Eye will tear him to pieces for me! And after that, I'll dig up his entire family history, find every single one of his bloodline, and burn them to the ground!" Kenny's voice dripped with murderous intent as he snarled into the empty room. … Back in West E

Dylan and Natasha stood amidst a sea of travelers at the Jayrodale Airport's arrival plaza, their crew of over a hundred trained enforcers blending seamlessly into the crowd. They looked relaxed on the surface, but in reality, their eyes were locked on their incoming target—Phantom Eye. Dylan turned and glanced toward the far corner. There, sitting quietly on a bench like a delicate doll, was Shiloh, her face hidden beneath a white veil. She was completely absorbed in scrolling through short videos on her phone. Dylan could not help but grumble, "Seriously? Mr. Lloyd actually sent this scatterbrained woman to deal with Phantom Eye? What the hell was he thinking?" Natasha took one look at Shiloh and felt a muscle twitch in her face. "Quit whining. Mr. Lloyd gave the order, so we should just follow it. Besides, we wouldn't normally even get the chance to face someone like Phantom Eye. This is our shot to see what a Blumedale martial arts legend is really made of." Natasha was

Phantom Eye was not dead, but by the time he was dragged to West End, his condition certainly was not any better than Micheal's. His internal organs were wrecked, his jaw was fractured, and he had a concussion. On top of that, several of his nerves were completely shot. "Wake him up!" At Andrew's command, a bucket of ice-cold water was dumped over Phantom Eye's body. His whole body jolted as he gasped awake. The second he regained consciousness, he started coughing uncontrollably, his mouth still dripping with blood. "You're Phantom Eye, the guy Kenny sent to pull off a rescue, huh?" Andrew said casually. "Doesn't look like you did too well, man—you're in pretty bad shape." Phantom Eye's expression darkened as he scanned his surroundings. "You're the first person who's dared to look down on me. I might be a little banged up right now, but killing you would still be a piece of cake." Andrew smirked. "Are you sure about that? You're just a little banged up?" Phantom Eye's f